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Post by Haru on Dec 23, 2005 21:12:31 GMT -5
Hatsuharu watched Momiji pass resisting the urge to say something. He grimaced with a pang of pain he felt deep within himself and then his eyes widened and he rushed back inside and into the room he'd been laying in. Weakness was setting in, he stared at AKito and the words coming out of his mouth barely came out above a murmur.
"Akito, please, don't die...." Was all he said.
How would it be without him there? How would they all feel? Would the pain ever ease? Would they cease to exist?
(I'm a tad confused. What exactly happens to the cursed ones when Akito dies?)
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 23, 2005 21:18:36 GMT -5
((He'll no longer is holding the pain of the curse, so the 'disease'll hit you guys))
((No prob. I'll be on a little tomorrow morning, but in the evening I'm occupied, and Christmas day I'm open. But I might be doing stuff with my emotionally distraught mother. My father's spending Christmas in jail, for Domestic violence against me + stepmother. If, for some odd reason, you'd like to hear my od story about getting my head smacked on a dashboard and then thrown out of a car, then PM me.))
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Post by Haru on Dec 23, 2005 21:19:56 GMT -5
((Oh, okay. Thank you for clearing that.))
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Post by Kisa Sohma on Dec 24, 2005 12:16:51 GMT -5
Kisa walked into the Sohma yard and looked around. She stopped dragging her heavy bag and tried to pick it up again, finding it not as hards a before. She took the bag and left it on the porch, then entered the house. She felt sick again, but this time it was because of the smell. She just stood in the foyer, trying not the throw up. She finally sat on the floor and breathed deeply of the clean air that rested on the floor, where the cool air pooled.
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Post by Yuki on Dec 24, 2005 13:46:03 GMT -5
((Hey, sorry I didn't get on last night. Christmas time is crazy for my family. On the plus side, I managed to get that job I was roping for! I'm so excited, I'm now a professional artist!))
"Hatori, help!" Yuki rose in alarm when Akito awoke. He tried to grasp Akito's hand giving him something to hold, to let Akito crush his fingers if necessary. "Hang on, Akito, hang on!" Yuki wasn't sure why he didn't want Akito to die. Perhaps it was the suddeness of it all, perhaps it was the selfishness of not wanting the disease himself---he didn't know. All he knew was here was a boy his own age lying on his death bed and that there was something wrong with it all.
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Post by Akito-sama on Dec 24, 2005 13:52:53 GMT -5
((Yay! I can die now!! I'm roleplaying with a professional artist... cool.))
Akito grasped Yuki's hand firmly, his eyes shutting in pain. After a moment without his faithful doctor at his side he turned his head to Yuki, opening remorseful and pained eyes. He was still holding strong, and three words passed from the head's cracked, dry lips, "I'm sorry, Yuki-kun". After speaking his truly meant words, his eyes peacefully closed. His whitened knuckles paled again. His skin began to feel clammy, and his hand began to fall away from Yuki's.
He had left his Jyunishi behind, and the pain from the sickness would set in... after the shock. ((I'm dead! Whee!))
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Post by Yuki on Dec 24, 2005 14:01:08 GMT -5
((I'm bouncin' off the walls, yo!))
"I'm sorry, Yuki-kun."
Yuki's mind froze.
I'm sorry...
His mouth felt wired. He opened and shut his jaw a few times. After a while he found his voice and squeaked, "A-A...Akit-to? Akito? Okitte-kudasai, Akito-sama. Tatte-kudasai..." ((Sorry, it just sounds better in Japanese. I'll stop that if it bothers people.)) Yuki gently caught Akito's hand and set it gently on the frail form's chest. The room felt cold, and the wind of the dead whistled in his ears. Everyone seemed to drift away, and Yuki wanted to shut down inside of himself. I'm a student body president. I should be able to take control. Someone needs to take control of the situation, or it'll never be taken care of. Someone needs to be practical, before we all start to hurt again...When we start, only Tohru will be... "Tohru, could you please let someone..." he voice dropped to a voiceless whisper, "let the staff know."
Yuki stood up, shoulders drooping and head bent. He slid into a corner and down the wall, where he began to cry softly. He waited for the disease to kick into his body and rack him with pain, but for now he grieved quietly.
((Geez...this is a dark story. After this I am totally making everyone go to Disneyland.
EDIT: Fair enough, Tohru. Translation: Please wake up, Akito-sama, stand up. Please.))
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Post by Tohru Honda on Dec 24, 2005 14:37:35 GMT -5
Tohru's eyes filled with tears, torn between wanting to comfort Yuki and listening to his orders. She leaned over Akito's body, touching his cheek, which was slowly adjusting to the temperature.
"Yuki-kun," she said, tears streaming down her cheeks. She turned around, wiping her eyes, and ran to get Hatori. There was no time to mourn for her own reasons.
[ the only problem that I have with it is that I can't understand it...lol. so if you could put in translations at the bottom...I only know a tiny bit of Japanese so. hehehe. And it's crazy here too...I might not be on for awhile today. ]
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Post by Haru on Dec 24, 2005 19:23:17 GMT -5
Haru watched this all, feeling his heart drop in sadness. He watched Yuki walk to the corner, but, felt it better to leave him to his own mourning. He felt an emptiness inside, a weird feeling of nothingness, the place where his care for Akito resigned. With Akito gone, there was a pit of black etched into the boy's heart. Eyes glossed over, tears welling up within them. No.... Do not cry in front of everyone..... You have to be strong.... If not for you, for everyone else... Yes, everyone else.... You have to, Haru... That was all he told himself before turning his head away from any onlookers. Tears soon slid down his pale cheeks.
A hand reached up to his face to brush the tear away, he knew that soon he would be struck with the pain that took Akito away. He knew that then, he would be able to realize what made Akito like he had been. Had been.... It hurt to think of those words, especially words in past tense, but, he'd have to force himself to get over it, for the benefit of everyone. He could not let himself decay to nothing over sickness, as long as he could, he'd fight it.
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Post by Yuki on Dec 28, 2005 23:24:31 GMT -5
(("...And so Yuki got very ill for a few months and skipped school." I'm in a good mood. I would rather not describe that terrible, life altering and stomach wrenching illness. Blargh.
Oh, sorry for not being on, I'm working on a movie. Plan to see it on DVD next week---am excited. Is not professional, is just my brother and me and lots of friends with a digital camera, a script, and way too much time. Still fun.
Someone else can post getting terribly ill first. I don't wanna start that wave of depression tonight. Merry Christmas, by the way.))
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Post by Haru on Dec 30, 2005 23:03:37 GMT -5
Haru slowly felt his energy being torn from him. He leaned against a wall for support and slid to the floor. His chest heaved and the weakness set in,
[BrAiN WoRn.. Sorry.]
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Post by Tohru Honda on Jan 3, 2006 4:28:06 GMT -5
Tohru ran outside, seeing Hatori leaning against the side of the house, his face pale.
"Hatori-san!" she said worriedly, coming over to him. "Are you--"
"Fine," he said briskly. "It's happened."
Tohru looked down. "I am so sorry." And truly, she was. She hadn't known Akito for long. She had barely seen him at all when she had known him. But earlier today...when she had been talking to him in the classroom...she had seen how very pained he truly was.
Hatori rubbed his face and shook his head. "We need to alert the rest of the Juuinishi. They'll all be sick...and coming to me," he said, slightly out of breath. "But there's nothing I can do."
Tohru wrapped her arms around herself, her lips trembling. "Will they...die?"
Hatori met her eyes. And for the first time, she saw underneath the seriousness, fear. "Some might."
She bit back a cry, her throat aching and tight. She couldn't...handle this.
Mom...
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Post by Yuki on Jan 3, 2006 19:56:10 GMT -5
((Holy crud. This is a lot longer than I thought it would be. I just liked the visuals so much... hope it makes sense. )) Yuki closed his eyes. The visions that danced across closed eyelids seemed so vivid that at first he was certain that he was dreaming. He couldn't be, he knew, Yuki was too frightened to fall asleep. An ocean at sunset, with the tide slowly coming in...Yuki sat on the beach as a small child, shaking like a leaf in gale. The waters ebbed and flowed, slowly creeping towards him. With each rise his chest tightened and his stomach clenched. As the water drained away he relaxed his muscles, but blood pounded in his ears. It comes back, It's coming closer. It's coming closer and closer. His teeth chattered. He wanted to stand, to run, to do anything to prevent the waters from reaching him, but he seemed tethered to the very sands he rested upon. He smelled blood, and paint fumes, and... him. Closer and closer.He could not move. He could not blink. He could not recall where he really was anymore. It was becoming difficult to breath, like someone was standing on his chest. Closer...It was when the waters touched his feet that he realized what it was. The foaming edges clung to his attire, soaking quickly and stabbing into his flesh like frozen daggers. Yuki let out a small cry. The water did not recede again. Instead it just kept rising forward and upward, forming an arm of sea green water that snaked its way up the huddled form. It gripped him by the neck and pulled him gently..."So this is pain," Yuki was not sure if he thought it or spoke it out loud. As the waters pulled his mind into the dark and murky depths of the ocean, his actual physical body felt the effects of the choking arm and he collapsed softly in the corner. Yuki first believed it was an attack---he had the same difficulty breathing---then decided it must be Akito's curse. After a few more moments of silent pain, and with a shuddering horror, Yuki realized it could actually be both as he sat struggling on the floor.
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Post by Tohru Honda on Jan 3, 2006 20:19:20 GMT -5
Tohru Honda might as well have thought the sky was falling.
Because in some ways, it was.
Akito...was dead. It still was so unreal to her. How could Akito be dead? How could the Juuinishi be inflicted with such pains?
"L-Let's go inside," she said, her voice trembling. "I hope everyone is still okay..."
She didn't want to be the one to send out the call, to explain Akito had died, to tell everyone what it meant. She had only just realized now what it was, and what it could mean for her...for everyone.
She didn't want to be the one. But if she had to...she would do it...for them.
Hatori nodded, following unsteadily behind her. Tohru looked nervously behind her, purposefully slowing her steps. It seemed like each time his foot went forward, it chipped away at his strength.
"Do you need help?" Tohru asked, trying to be kind. Hatori shook his head.
"I'll be fine. The ones closest to Akito...will suffer the most," he said. Not saying it out loud to Tohru, he thought,And I was his doctor.
They reached the inside to see Hatsuharu on the floor and Yuki in a corner. Hatsuharu leaned against the wall once again for support, and Tohru felt helpless. What could she do? Anything? Something?
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Post by Yuki on Jan 5, 2006 20:31:07 GMT -5
((EDIT: This is the corniest post I have ever written. I admit, it came out differently than expected. Hrm, may fix later.))
Yuki felt like just letting go and drowning. He wanted to die. He really, really wanted to die, because he believed that maybe the pain would go away. Then again, maybe not. You could never tell with hallucinations.
But the sights of water faded, and Yuki felt his mind return to the real world. Vision blurred with nausea and tinted a hazy crimson with pain, he stared blankly at the cold hard wood that he was sprawled on. He wasn't sure how long he looked at the wood. Minutes, hours, years...it didn't matter and time did not seem to move. A faint rushing filled his ears, like the noise of a waterfall in the distance.
Then... everything... stopped.
And the scent of harvest filled him.
Yuki looked up. Framed in the bright light of the doorway stood Tohru Honda, angel of the Jyuunishi. Memories flooded him, burning away the darkness and bringing with it the warm light of love, the warm light of...of...of Tohru. There were no other words. She was like a mother, a sister, a friend, a wife, and the gift of love all folded neatly into one girl.
Yuki's eyes focused, and he could see her clearly. The illusion of splendor went away, but he did not forget it. Instead he slowly sat up and smiled, "You've done so much, you know. I'm all right. Please, don't worry. It'll all be all right." The pain was still there (and slowly growing), but it could consume him no longer. A bright light, a great warmth, a wonderous magic filled him and gave him new strength.
Yuki wondered quietly how long it would last.
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